It's always around this time of year, when late spring hits its first 90-degree day, when my girlfriends look wistfully at me (or my hair, rather) and say something along the lines of, "Tell me again what it was like—tell me how it felt to cut it all off!" Even for the ones who never trim their tresses more than half an inch, there's something thrilling about even considering such a drastic change. Risk feels good, even if it's just a passing thought.